I don't know how else to explain it....
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Show 'N Tell record players
From about 1973 to 1975, I wore mine out. It was a record player with a picture screen on the front, and had a slot where you would insert a strip of slide pictures. As the record played, the slide show would correspond with the story. I had a couple of dozen records with the picture slides. I guess you could say it was kind of like a 70's-era DVD player for kids. I loved shutting the shades and making my room as dark as possible, and sitting down for a show. Good times.
With the exception of my Fisher Price Castle, this ranks up there as one of the best.
With the exception of my Fisher Price Castle, this ranks up there as one of the best.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Random fact:
Fractured Fairytales:
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Gong Show:
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Columbia House Record Club:
Back then, if you sent in a penny and filled out the form, they would send you a few albums of your choice (record or 8-track), as long as you agree to buy several more albums within a year. I joined when I was 9, because they were giving away a free radio as well. So I got the 7 albums, then I didn't buy anything else. I also remember that if you weren't buying, they'd send you a crappy record and charge you for it anyway....
Eventually I started getting nasty letters from Columbia, and then from a collection agency. Mom stepped in and informed them that I was only 9, and since I wasn't an adult they were basically screwed. Well, serves them right, the radio was a total piece of crap..
Eventually I started getting nasty letters from Columbia, and then from a collection agency. Mom stepped in and informed them that I was only 9, and since I wasn't an adult they were basically screwed. Well, serves them right, the radio was a total piece of crap..
And this is one of the records I chose:
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wacky Packs:
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
... cry, and you cry alone..
I'll never let you see The way my broken heart is hurting me. I've got my pride and I know how to hide All the sorrow and pain - I'll do my crying in the rain. If I wait for cloudy skies, You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes. You'll never know that I still love you So, though the heartaches remain - I'll do my crying in the rain.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
True story:
While it's true I had the above lunchbox, this post isn't about that.
In the mid-70's, at the height of his career, Evel Kneivel planned a jump everyone knew he couldn't make. The landing strip was far too short for the length of jump he had to cross. But he had a packed audience, so he went ahead with it anyway. He made the jump, but when he landed, he couldn't stop in time, and crashed into a wall.
Broke every bone in his body.
As he was laying there, half-conscious because of the pain, his manager was kneeling beside him saying "Why, Evel??? Why didn't you just call it off??". And Evel looked up at him and said: "What, and give 'em their money back???"
I laughed my ass off when I heard that.
In the mid-70's, at the height of his career, Evel Kneivel planned a jump everyone knew he couldn't make. The landing strip was far too short for the length of jump he had to cross. But he had a packed audience, so he went ahead with it anyway. He made the jump, but when he landed, he couldn't stop in time, and crashed into a wall.
Broke every bone in his body.
As he was laying there, half-conscious because of the pain, his manager was kneeling beside him saying "Why, Evel??? Why didn't you just call it off??". And Evel looked up at him and said: "What, and give 'em their money back???"
I laughed my ass off when I heard that.
Gayla Kites:
Paperback Writer (paperback writer):
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? It's based on a novel by a man named Lear, And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer. It's the dirty story of a dirty man And his clinging wife doesn't understand. His son is working for the Daily Mail, It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer. Paperback writer.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
I remember watching Bewitched re-runs when I was home sick from school. Back then they were only a few years old. I loved the cartoon intro. I heard Elizabeth Montgomery didn't think she had any talent as a comedic actress, but she was so, so wrong. I think she was one of the best in the history of television. Although, I must admit: I was kind of disappointed when she ended the show and went on to other projects, like the Lizzie Borden movie. It was kind of a let-down to see someone who was funny and sweet, and who could fly and work magic on a whim become an emotionally unstable ax-weilding murderess....
Tab:
I never cared for Tab. I was a Coke kid. I also remember Fresca (although I just thought of Fresca now, which is why I don't have a pic of it). The concept of diet soda was brand new, and we all thought you could lose weight just by drinking the stuff, not realizing that any sort of carbonated beverage is fattening, diet or not...